"By travelling to this world," Grey spoke with a poker face.
The old man was unbearably excited; he tightly clutched Grey's shoulder and spoke, "How were you able to do it? The space in this world is tightly locked now."
"..." Grey became silent. He couldn't say that this was because of his title, could he?
That was extremely stupid, so he just answered with no answers.
The old man also realized that he was prying too deep and immediately stopped insisting. Lifting his hands off Grey's shoulder, he spoke with a weary sigh, "Sorry."
"It's fine," Grey finally commented.
"Thank you." The old man nodded his head, then he paused, hesitation clear in his eyes.
Grey could accurately find that hesitation and asked, "What's wrong, old man?"
"I…" the old man swallowed hard but didn't speak after some time of contemplation.
"Hmm?" Grey raised an eyebrow upon seeing this.
"I once had a friend who came from another world."
